That our pilots deserve to be referred to as Captainwhile we are working." Yes," huffed Claire excitedly. "I meant....Captain."The pilot grinned wick...dly. "I like you both. I don't care if youcall me Brad or Captain Liggett, but one thing you can't call me isstupid enough to not call dibs on both of you tonight. You both comewith me. Do you understand, ladies?" Yes, sir," we both said instinctively and hungrily.He smiled at us. "See you ladies in Chicago, then."Claire and I moved quickly. Teresa and Tracy found what would been considered a “hayseed or redneck” bar just outside of Pahrump. After a while, Tracy saw Robert was there playing pool, but he kept checking Teresa out from across the room. Tracy nudged her friend “Hey look, there’s Robert from the other night, you seemed to hit it off with him, and he’s been checking you out since we came in.” “Tracy! What are you doing?” Teresa said as Tracy was trying to get him to come over. “Aw, come-on when was the last time you. B.Previous stories in this series: Off-Road Goddess, Paddled in the Boondocks, Lunch With A DominatrixIt was late on a Saturday afternoon that I drove to the east side of the city, following directions that had been given to me by Miss Julia. Near the industrial park where she worked, I turned onto a state highway and continued east just until signs of civilization began to fade. Making several turns down side roads and back roads, I found the large farm that was my destination.Sprawling. He noticed that she was totally his type. She was a black woman who was probably about three-hundred pounds. She had a beautiful face that was nicely made up. She had curly black hair that was in a nice weave. She was wearing tight black stretch pants and sexy heels. She had a tight purple shirt on which showed her beautiful round breasts. Her arms were very fat and hung down. She had on lots of jewelry and had long orange nails. Her nails were extremely sexy. He imagined them grabbing on his.